Sometimes, in the Fog 20 April 2016


National Poetry Month continues with a poem by a dear friend from high up on a mountain!

Sometimes, in the Fog


Sometimes on damp foggy mornings


when trees coated with hoarfrost can be seen from the porchIMG_2369

I fancy I hear the skirling of pipes from beyond the mountain.

And sometimes, I catch the keening of the women

whose fathers, husbands and sons are lost at sea.

And sometimes, I imagine smoke from roaring fires on the cliffs

blended with the mist that hangs above the moor.

And sometimes, when shadows are cast long,


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the strangest things are carried on the wind,

And I conjure in my heart’s hollows

the whispered rhymes from my clan’s ancient bards.


© Kathleen VanDeVeere, March 2012


About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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